Nothing
The blank page.
The silence.
The empty room.
At least do not want anything from you.
It's not the grayness of boredom
But the white purity
Of a space to grow.
All poems:
- A matt of bluebells and the wind in our hair
- Fruits of boredom
- Old love
- Priorities
- Yes yes yes, nod nod nod
- How much of you is what
- Don't do admiration
- Nothing really belongs to me
- Perfect people
- The 5th dimension
- The broken ones
- Sorry you're not sorry
- Call off the wild
- Where can the anger go?
- Adrift
- This is not procrastination
- 21st century haikus
- Nothing
- Paralysed